36 hours by train there. 36 hours to get back. 72 hours total, about three of which I spent taking photographs. Here’s what I have to show for it.
On the way there, we passed dozens of tiny villages clustered around lakes. These were some of the more picturesque ones. You can’t quite tell from these photographs, but no two houses are alike in any village– the antithesis of American suburbia. Each is painted a different color, and most have decorative details hand-carved in the wood of window shutters, doors, and other various nooks.
Could you imagine living in a place so far removed from the world?
Among landscapes like this, I think I could.
This is on the way back, approximately 30 minutes outside of Murmansk. The area around many of Russia’s larger and middle-sized cities is fairly industrial. Seeing machines is always a sign you’re approaching humanity.
To be fair, there’s something grand and sequoia-like about these two smoke stacks.
This is already an hour or so away from Murmansk. Fewer machines, more fields and trees.